* I wrote down these lyrics upon request, but I cannot make out this particular sentence. Suggestions welcome.

Inglês

Body Corpse

Body....corpse
Body corpse!
Eyes, hands and legs
They do their jobs
Run on canned food, instant junk
The corpse does its job
Unknown and raped
Controls quacks as well
Pills and powders in your throat
Do you still feel good?
Please undress yourself

I'm fed up with it, makes me puke
You won't bring me to my knees
I cannot be captured
I puke on understanding
Don't force me
.....
I want to enjoy my own body
Own body

Let yourself be subjugated... chased... incited
Walk in line
Properly at attention
No sex on the sidewalk
You have your own spots
Your bed has been made
Those convulsive, sticky hands
That grin on your face
There's nothing wrong with me!

I'm fed up with it, makes me puke
You won't bring me to my knees
I cannot be captured
I puke on understanding
Don't force me
.....
I want to enjoy my own body
Own body